Cursed World

"You have failed three time, boy!" Hajun spat from behind. "Give it up. You will never become an adventurer without a familiar."

Suho stood silent, biting his tongue. He ached to lash out and scream. Anger rushed across his entire body. But, in the end, he knew Hajun was only being brutally honest. He could never become an adventurer without a powerful familiar by his side.

"I'm sorry to say, Suho, but I can't help you anymore. The entrance exam is too costly, and you have failed three times. I... I think you should give up."

No, Suho thought. The idea of giving up had played on his mind before. He couldn't give up on his dreams. One way or another, in this life or the other, he would explore, attain, and conquer. He would build a name for himself. He just had to get into the mage academy first.

"Please, Hajun. I know I've failed a few times, but you can't... shouldn't give up hope for me. I'm begging you, one more chance, please." Suho begged. His hands were clasped together.

The older man sighed. He placed his hands to his side and gave Suho a sympathetic smile. "I wish I could, Suho. I really do. But I can't afford to... you know," he smiled sadly.

"Hajun..." Suho murmured, watching the older man flee to the kitchen. He let out a defeated sigh and collapsed onto the white leather couch at the corner of the room.

"Damn it. I need to get back to the academy." A dark look took over Suho's gentle blue eyes. This was the last chance he would ever be given to become a mage. If he couldn't capitalize on it, he would have **** but to live as a commener, unable to fulfill his life-long dreams to explore the vast universe beyond the cosmos.

Why? Why did he always have to be the butt of the joke? Why couldn't whatever diety presiding over this world grant him the smallest of boons? His entire life had been unimpressive. He had grown up in an orphanage, as his mother and father had given him up. Even with the 'bottomless' pit of hate he had for them, a part of him urged to meet them. Maybe, that was his true intentions for wanting to be a mage, even if he'd never admit it.

A loud cough came from the kitchen, "Again, I am truly sorry I can't help you, Suho. If you need a job, you can come work – "

Before he could finish, Suho was already out of the house. Work? The word irritated him. Not because he was lazy. On the contrary, he was a hardworking young man with what many considered an insatiable thirst for knowledge and power. He hated the word, _Work, because it meant giving up on his goals, his ideals, his... future._

Suho kept a frown as he strolled down the sand pathway leading back to his house. The villagers around eyed him with disdain and distrust. He ignored their gazes. He didn't have the time to beat down some wannabe bully today.

"I heard you failed the entrance exam for the third time." Loud laughters echoed from behind Suho. With a sigh, he turned around.

"Information gets around fast, almost like your mother," Suho smirked. The outraged expression on Viro's face almost brought a legitimate smile to his lips.

Viro was a bully. A real one. He was a stereotype in all manners of the word. His family were minor nobility, but their grasp on the village was undeniable. His father was a respected war general who fought alongside the king. His mother, though, was of a different upbringing. Sirah had a bit of a reputation as a harlot. The town whore, before she charmed her soon-to-be husband with... *snicker* an unbelievable blowjob.

"What'd you just say to me, you talentless bastard!" Viro spat and stepped forward. His eyes shook with rage and his hands balled up into fists. The group of kids behind him grinned, a wicked grin. They were excited to see their 'leader' pummel some talentless kid.

"Your mother," Suho paused, "is a slut."

A growl escaped Viro's lips. His golden locks began to glow a sea-blue color. His blue eyes darkened. "I'll kill you, bastard." With a flick of the wrist, a powerful gust of wind blew from his being.

"GAH!" Blood spurted from Suho's lips as his back hit the large wall. "Asshole..." he spat out a large drop of blood.

"Haha. Weak fucking bastard. Talk about my mother again and I'll kill you next time." The goons behind him burst out in cheers and clapping.

Suho's vision began to blur, but he managed to make out the retreating figures of Viro and his lackeys. The last thing he saw before his vision dimmed was Viro's hateful glare.

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[The Heir to the King of **** had awakened. The System had been passed down.]

[The System of Life & **** has been reborn. The universe has begun its rebirth, and the King of **** had vanished.]

[Do you wish to call upon and make the power of the System yours to command?]

Suho's eyes widened at the three game-like interface pop-ups. King of ****? System? Life and ****? It all sounded like a load of nonsense.

[Notice! The young lord only has 3:20 left to decide.]

[Penalty if a decision is mot made: ****.]

[Yes — No.]

****?

Suho grew more uncomfortable. He eyed the pop-up screens with a growing sense of panic. Was he really being **** to make a choice? What the hell was happening to him? Had being struck really gave him brain damage?

[2:30 remaining.]

He watched the time decrease weakly. His eyes felt heavy, and his body ached his pain. Now, he couldn't be bothered to care about systems or gods. All he wanted was to rest and allow his body to heal.

"Viro. That bastard son of a wench..." Suho groaned. Every second, it felt as if the pain was increasingly becoming unbearable. He gasped suddenly as a stinging pain formed in his eyes.

[1:00 remaining.]

[Warning: The young lord only has 1:00 left to choose. A lack of choice after the timer ends will result in the penalty - ****.]

Suho eyed the screen wearily.

[0:30 remaining.]

"... Fucking hallucinations," A smile curved from Suho's lips. He allowed his body to rest.

"I accept."

(AN: The cover and other images are not mine. They are found off the internet. The owner can massage me if they want it removed. Also, make sure to comment any suggestions or feedback you might have.)